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Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
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So?
What?
Doc, how do you feel?
Fine.
No. You know, considering what day it is. Any last words before you face the firing squad?
No.
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Louisa
Pauline
Louisa
Pauline
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Pauline
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Pauline
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
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I'M getting married.
We know.
I'm getting married.
You having a freak out?
No. It's just…I'm getting married.
To a DOCTOR. So jealous. We used to talk about what kind of bloke we'd marry when we were kids. You always
plumped for doctor.
No, I didn't. Did I?
And now your fairy tale has come true. Prince Charming with his stethoscope.
I'm not marrying Martin because of his job.
Huh! This little one's daddy worked as a city planner. That's nowhere NEAR as good as a doctor. City planner.
Couldn't even plan hanging around long enough for the birth.
I still don't think you should've come all this way in your condition.
I'm fine. I'm not ready to pop yet. Besides, it's only 40 odd miles. It's not far, is it? And I couldn't miss your wedding,
could I? You're SO lucky.
Yeah, everyone is SO jealous. The doc is SUCH a catch.
I can't wait to meet him. What's he like?
Well, he's straightforward. He's moral. He's...Martin.
Oh! Well, he sounds fantastic.
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Martin
Vicar
Martin
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Oh. Perhaps I should take a look at that.
You stay away from me!
That was an accident.
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Isobel
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Oh, how lovely. Someone's got a fountain. Wish I had a fountain.
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Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
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What?
Martin. It's me. Louisa?
Yes. Hello.
Hello. My, uh, bridesmaid, Isobel, has just shot herself in the eye with a party popper.
She's done what?
A party popper. You know, it's got streamers and it makes a loud bang at parties. Anyway, it went right in her eye and
she's in a lot of pain.
Well, she could have ruptured her anterior chamber. She needs to see me immediately. Could you apply a cold
compress without putting any pressure on the actual eye?
Okay. Yeah, I will do. And how are you?
With a patient.
Right. Yep. See you later.
Yes. I...um...look forward to it. Bye.
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Martin
Mr Elliott
Martin
Mr Elliott
Martin
Mr Elliott
Martin
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Klinefelter's syndrome. There's no cure for it. You can't change it. The main thing is to learn how to live with it.
What if I can’t do that?
I'm afraid you don't have any choice.
Well, there's always a choice, Doc.
Yes, well, it depends on how miserable you want the rest of your life to be.
Oh. It's a bit depressing.
Yes, I suppose it is. Hmmm.
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Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Martin
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All right. Open your eye.
I, I'm very excited to meet you.
I need you to keep your head still.
So, um, what did you think when you first met Louisa? Was it love at first sight?
Mrs Brown…
Miss.
When you talk, your head moves. Do you mind?
Sorry. Right, right. So, uh, did you know that she liked you?
Look, have you come here for an examination or a chat? No? then please...thank you. Mmm. You're lucky. Damage
is minimal. I'll give you some drops for the pain. Uh, I'd recommend you wear an eye patch.
Uh, yeah, I can't wear an eye patch. I'm a bridesmaid.
Would you rather it got infected and you lost the use of it?
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Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
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I take it you're having regular checkups with your GP for your condition?
Uh, my condition?
You're aware that you're pregnant?
Oh! Of course.
How far gone are you?
It's uh, 35 weeks and counting. I'm gonna have a natural birth, though. None of those icky drugs or anything.
Mmm. God forbid you should use "icky drugs" when you can experience the excruciating agony of childbirth in the raw.
You know, you're not quite how I imagined you.
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Roger
Martin
Roger
Martin
Roger
Martin
Roger
Martin
Roger
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Look, um. It's probably a bit late in the day to be asking you this, and I don't want to seem like a killjoy, but, uh…you
ARE sure about this, aren't you?
What do you mean?
A lot of people in this village are very surprised this is happening.
A lot of people in this village are related to one another. It doesn't mean we have to listen to them, does it?
No, but, well, I care about Louisa. And, well, I care about...
Don't say that you care about me as well. You'll embarrass us both.
Fair enough. I just want to make sure you REALLY understand what you're doing. In sickness and health. Better or
worse.
Of course I do.
Okay. Just had to check, you know. I AM giving her away. "In loco parentis" and all that. I have to ask.
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Al
Bert
Al
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Bad news. The council can't send anyone to repair the water pipes till tomorrow.
By tomorrow? Huh. We'll need a boat to get to the kitchen by then, boy. What's the good news?
Uh, no. This isn't a good news/bad news thing. It's, it's all bad.
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Bert
Al
Bert
Al
Bert
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You thinking about a marquee? Oh, I see what you're thinking, boy. I, I, I mean, it could work. It might work. It's just,
have you any idea how much those things cost? And then you've gotta pay someone to put it up.
We do that, don't we? I mean, that can't be too hard, can it? As for the cost, well, it's the Doc's wedding. And think of
the publicity, Dad. You know, the whole village will be able to see what we can do. "Large and Large for every
occasion."
It's a good idea, boy, isn't it? I mean, "Large Restaurant turns wedding disaster into a perfect romance." Not a dry eye
in the house.
Nothing says "romance" like a 20 foot high circus tent.
I'll make the call.
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Joe
Martin
Charlie the florist
Joe
Charlie the florist
Joe
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
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Got ya! Sorry about that. Usually we try and keep the takedown away from city streets.
Oh, of course you do.
Hello Doc. Charlie Briggs. We met the other week. Briggs' Bouquets. I'm doing your wedding flowers.
You won't be doing anything for awhile, sunshine. Caught him trying to steal a bike outside the news agents. Not so
fast on two legs though, are you?
I was gonna finish it this morning, as well. You'd have really loved it, Doc. Really nice selection. Very contemporary.
Save your sob stories for the judge, Briggs.
Is that...?
Yeah. It's Briggs. The florist. That could be a problem.
Very big problem. A wedding without flowers? That's very bad luck.
Well, thanks Auntie Joan.
Well, I'll do my best to sort it out. How you bearing up?
Fine.
Marty?
What?
Well, you've got a bit of a twitch like when you were little and didn't want me to know that you'd wet the bed.
There's been a slight misunderstanding with the Vicar.
What have you done?
Nothing. I'm gonna go and see him. It'll be fine.
Yes, well, do. Can't have a wedding without a vicar.
Well, technically, you can.
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Martin
Dry Cleaner
Martin
Dry Cleaner
Martin
Dry Cleaner
Martin
Dry Cleaner
Martin
Dry Cleaner
Martin
Dry Cleaner
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I've come for my suit.
Oh, got it ready for you here Doc.
What's wrong with your leg?
This? Oh, I don't know. Been like this since I woke up this morning. Probably slept on it funny.
If it gets any worse, come and see me.
Not this afternoon though, eh?
No.
Old St Roger's Church. It's got a lot of memories, that place has. Me and the missus got married there. Beautiful
sunny day, like the weather itself was blessing us.
Yes. My suit please?
Of course, after the sun comes rain. Pretty soon, she's criticizing everything I do, trying to change me. I told her, I said,
"You knew what I was like before we got married. A bit late to change your mind now, innit?" Next thing I know, we're
staring at each other across a divorce court. Bitch got everything, apart from this shop. I have to sleep behind a
bloody key-cutting machine...
Could I just have my suit, please? Thank you.
Still. It's a great place to get married, though, innit?
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Joe
Aunt Joan
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You don't think, um, Martin will, you know, hold me responsible?
It's his wedding day, and thanks to you, all the flowers for the wedding are locked up in a shop. No, no. I'm sure he
won't feel you're responsible.
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Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Pauline
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He was very rude to me.
It's not rudeness. It's just the way he is, especially with work. You should count yourself lucky that he had time to see
you, Isobel.
I suppose my eye does feel a little bit better. And he was very professional. I suppose he's a totally different person
when he's away from that stuffy surgery.
Oh yeah, he's a total riot.
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Bert
Louisa
Al
Bert
Louisa
Al
Louisa
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We just dropped by to say there's been a bit of a change of venue for the reception.
What do you mean?
Well, don't worry Louisa, because if anything, this is gonna be better.
Yeah.
Well, I DO worry. I wasn't even sold on the idea in the first place. You were the ones who came to me, practically
begging, and promised you wouldn't muck it up. Well, so much for that! Right. So where is it gonna be now then? A
leaky cowshed or an abandoned coal mine?
Well, actually, it's, it's a marquee. And it's right next to the church.
Oh! Oh. That doesn't sound too bad actually. Sorry, sorry. I'm just a bit stressed.
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Martin
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
Martin
Mrs Tishell
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Mrs. Tishell.
Oh, Doc. I, I didn't know you were here. I was just getting in a bit of practice, you know, flexing the old fingers.
I didn't know you played.
Oh, every Sunday. Come rain or shine. Oh, I suppose there's a lot we don't know about each other. And it's funny,
that, isn't it? See each other every day, passing, like ships in the night.
Mrs Tishell. I'm looking for Reverend Counter.
What? You're not having doubts, are you? Not having second thoughts? Cause a bachelor life can be quite nice.
Where is he?
Oh, right. Of course, Doc. He's in his office.
Oh. Thank you.
But Doc. He's in one of his DARK moods.
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Martin
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Afternoon. I, uh, I brought that list of hymns that you wanted. How's your head? Not too much bruising. That's good.
Right. I'll see you this afternoon.
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Martin
Vicar
Martin
Vicar
Martin
Vicar
Martin
Vicar
Martin
Vicar
Martin
Vicar
Martin
Vicar
Martin
Vicar
Martin
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Give it to me.
No.
Drinking alone and in the daytime are symptoms of alcoholism. Judging by the redness of your palms, I'd say that you'd
already done significant damage to your liver. May I remind you that in under three hours you are due to preside over
my wedding?
No! No, you can't take that!
Just give it to me.
How dare you!
Give it to me. Come on. I am not getting married in a ...
It's my bottle of whiskey! Ahhh! Ohhhh!
Does it hurt?
Course it hurts, you idiot!
Here?
Owwww!
Think you might have fractured your hip.
Get me an ambulance then. What?
Maybe it's not as bad as it seems. Why don't you try to get up? Try and put weight on it.
Oh, please, please! Oh God, oh God!
Bugger.
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Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Aunt Joan
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Pauline
Martin
Aunt Joan
Martin
Pauline
Martin
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If you don't have a vicar, then you can't get married, can you? I mean, you need a bride, a groom, and a man in black.
Shut up, Pauline.
No, no, I'm just saying…
Which part of "shut up" are you having difficulty with?
Okay, fine. I was gonna mention Mr Porter, but I suppose you're so clever, you know all about him.
All Right, who's Mr Porter?
He used to be vicar over at Delabole. Very well liked and respected, till one day he flipped out in the middle of a
wedding service, so they say. Since then, he's been holed up on the moors.
Oh, right. It would be too much to ask for him to lead a normal, healthy life, wouldn't it.
Oh no. He's not crazy. He just hates weddings. And people. He might hate people too. Mrs Norton. Does Mr Porter
still live up at the old Sparrow farmhouse?
Martin. Martin, what have you done?
I haven't done anything.
Knobbled the vicar.
I suspect he's suffered an intertrochanteric hip fracture of his femur.
Knobbled the vicar.
I haven't!
Martin, you are due to get married in two hours. We've lost the vicar. I can't find any substitute flowers. It's gonna be a
disaster.
Oh, stating the obvious is really helpful! I'm gonna find this Mr Parsons.
Porter.
Porter.
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Aunt Joan
Joe
Aunt Joan
Joe
Aunt Joan
Joe
Aunt Joan
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The flowers are there, sitting on the counter. This is a disaster.
Not my primary concern. No, that would be the youth of today. Especially with all the vandalism they’re doing. I mean,
only today you saw a, a group of "hoodies" running away from the florist's whooping and yelling. Disgusting.
What on earth are you babbling about?
Vandalism, Mrs Norton. Senseless vandalism. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and write up your statement. What
with their hoods up, there's no way you could make a positive ID, is there?
Ha, ha!
Be a real shame if they stole some order that was waiting to be collected.
Thank you.
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Louisa
Mrs Tishell
Louisa
Mrs Tishell
Louisa
Mrs Tishell
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Mrs Tishell.
Just wanted to check that everything was okay.
Everything's fine, thank you.
Oh. Oh good, cause I was worried. Thought it might mean the wedding would be postponed.
No. What would mean?
The vicar. Oh. Dr Ellingham didn't tell you.
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Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
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Hello.
What's happened to the vicar, Martin?
Ah.
"Ah" is not an answer.
Uh, he, uh, fractured his hip.
When were you planning on telling me this? When I arrived at the church and found there was no one to marry us?
Don't worry, Louisa. I have the situation under control.
Martin. Is there something else behind this?
What do you mean?
Well...you know how they say that people can subconsciously ruin things.
The vicar was drunk! It's not my fault. Look. Louisa, trust me. Everything will be fine.
Sure?
Yes. I'll call you later. Bye-bye.
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Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
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Got any ice?
What?
Ice. Crushed, cubed. Not fussy.
No.
Was a long shot at best, I suppose.
I understand that you have the power to marry people, and I have a problem. Please, this is, it's very important. I need
to get married this afternoon! Hello? I'm willing to pay...whatever! Look, if you could just give me a minute of your
time. I'm Dr Ellingham from Portwenn, and...ahhh!
Did you say "doctor"?
Yes.
Well, that changes everything. Come in, come in.
Thank you.
Wipe your feet! So, how come our cheery local vicar can't marry you, eh?
He's indisposed.
Right. Was it the bottle?
I'm sorry. I can't discuss a patient with you..
Oh, in other words, yes. It happens. Almost went that way myself. Almost. But now I have other interests to keep me
on the straight and narrow.
Pigs?
Yes. Fascinating creatures, really. Quite misrepresented, in my opinion. Although, you only need to look at various
facets of ancient cultures to realize...
I DO have to get married this afternoon, and whilst I'm sure that discussing the lifestyle of pigs with you would be a
tremendous way to pass the...
Don't do that!
What?
You know fine well. The superior act. Sit down. You're here because you need me to marry you. Be prudent of you to
at least pretend to be humble. You want to guess how many people I've married?
600?
Really? Oh, that's a lot. And so many times I knew they weren't suited. That I was just sending them further down the
road to unhappiness. But do you think they ever listened to me?
All right. I only came here to find out whether you'd preside over my wedding. I haven't got time to sit there like a fool
whilst you catalog your achievements.
Well, well, certainly got a bit of spit and vinegar in there, don't you? Yes, I will preside over your wedding.
Right.
But...I need you to do something for me first. .
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Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
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That's a pig.
Obviously.
I'm not a vet.
And I'm not an idiot. Unfortunately, there is no vet in Portwenn, and the nearest one in Delabole won't speak to me.
Blames me for not stopping him marrying his third wife. I tell him, "I'm not the judge. I'm just the executioner." But what
can you do?
I, I, I cannot examine that animal.
I'm not asking you to slice her open and perform surgery. Just...check round the back.
I'm sorry, no.
She's in pain. I just need a medical opinion. Or, perhaps you think you're too important for this kind of work, hmm? Or,
maybe getting married doesn't mean that much to you. Oh, come on. I'll keep her happy at the front in case she takes
offense at what you're doing.
She has...slight rectal prolapse.
In English.
Means that she's, uh, pushed out part of the lining of her anus.
Ouch.
Yes.
So, well, can't you just push it back in again?
Look. I've looked at the pig. That's all you asked.
I believe you said, "Willing to pay...whatever." Well, Dr Ellingham. This is the "whatever" part of the bargain.
Do you have any Vaseline or K-Y Jelly?
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Pauline
Roger
Mrs Tishell
Pauline
Roger
Pauline
Roger
Mrs Tishell
Pauline
Louisa
Pauline
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
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You wouldn't want to live in the surgery. It's too small. Plus, it smells funny sometimes.
Then again, it does have a lovely view of the water. And that kitchen would be great for dinner parties.
The doctor regaling everyone about tales of medical school.
We ARE talking about the same person here, right?
I will concede you might want a bigger place for the kids.
What kids?
Well, I wouldn't be surprised if they're planning on having a family at some stage.
He'd be a wonderful father.
Yeah, I've always loved that warm, caring side of him.
Oh, just shut up, will you? All day long, running Martin down like he's some kind of joke!
I, I didn't mean to...
No, I know exactly what you mean. Everyone has a snide little comment or pithy advice or complaints about what kind of
day they're having. And for once, it's not about any of you. It's about Martin...and me. I need some air.
I'll get my coat.
Don't!
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Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
Martin
Mr Porter
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Tell me. What's the most important question you should ask yourself before getting married?
I have my finger in your pig's anus.
You want me to help you. Be an idea to humour me.
Does she make me happy?
Oh, close. Very close. Would almost give you that. Actually, got it the wrong way up. It's "Do I make HER happy?"
End of the day, that's all it's about. Easy girl. What on earth are you doing to her?
I'm trying to help! I'm trying to reinsert the lining of her rectum. Yeah! It's done!
Right. Good show. Well, I must say, Doc...
No, you mustn't. 3:00. St Roger's on the hill.
Uh, I'll see you there...Oh! Less than two hours, then.
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Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
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What are you doing here? I said I wanted to be on my own.
Yeah, I know that. But we're bezzies.
"Bezzies?"
Best friends. I have to be here for you. Look, I, I don't mean to annoy you. It's just, I'm jealous.
Jealous?
You've found someone who makes you happy. And who you make happy.
Well, yes.
I've always wanted that. Everyone I've ever been with, never been right. Just thought, "Oh, I'll tray and settle." But,
you, you can't, can you? Just end up with two miserable people. I'm the worst bridesmaid in the world.
No, you're not.
Yes. You're getting married in a couple of hours, and here am I, depressing the God knows what out of you.
No. To be honest, I'm surprised people haven't tried to talk me out of this.
No, why would they do that?
Well, it's a small village, and everyone has an opinion. And it did take Martin and me awhile to get together. A
considerable while. And he's not the warmest of people. I suppose not everyone can understand what it is I see in him.
Oh, ignore them. You're the one that knows what goes on behind closed doors, when it's just the two of you. Everyone
else can go and...ohhh!
Isobel.
Oh, God. How embarrassing.
Please tell me you haven't...
Wet myself?
No, no. Your waters. I think they just broke!
No! Oh no!
Oh, I can't believe this is happening. Right. Okay. Uh, don't panic. Don't panic. I'm gonna phone Martin, okay?
No, you can't.
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Martin
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Martin
Louisa
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Louisa? Is she having contractions? Right. Well, how, how far apart are they?
I don... I don't know. He says, "How far apart are the contractions?"
I don't know.
She doesn't know. I'm gonna tell her to push.
No, no, no, no, no. She pushes, it might come before I can get there. Don't let her push. Tell her to pant.
Pant?
Yes. Like a dog.
Don't push. Pant.
I have to push!
Pant!
Oh!
Louisa. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Yes. Okay.
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Martin
Louisa
Isobel
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Isobel
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Louisa
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Isobel
Martin
Louisa
Martin
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How is she?
Fine.
Not fine.
Ah. Right. We need to…
Martin?
Um. Yes.
I can't have the baby. I'm a bridesmaid.
Right.
You, you do know what you're doing, don't you?
Uh, yes, theoretically.
Theoretically?
I've never actually delivered a baby before.
Huh???
Oh!
Uh, Mrs Brown. On the next contraction, I need you to push very hard. Alright Louisa. We need to give her some
support.
Yes, I am.
Physical support. Something to push against.
Oh.
Honestly, I can't do this today because I haven't completed my birthing classes yet.
Mrs Brown, I'm afraid whether you like it or not, you're gonna have your baby now.
No, I can't!
You don't have much choice. Push, Mrs Brown. Push!
I'm sorry I ruined your wedding day!
You haven't!
The head is presenting. Could you please be quiet and push?
Boy or a girl? Boy or a girl?
It's a head! Now, on the next contraction, I need you to push even harder.
Okay.
You're doing really well.
Thank you.
I was talking to Isobel.
Uh, yes. Uh, Mrs Brown, you're, you're very lucky that your baby is coming as fast as it is. Uh, on the next contraction, I
need you to push even harder. Do you understand?
Nooo. Gahhhh!!!
That's it! It's coming! Keep it coming! That's it. Uh. Fingers. Toes. Ah. It's a boy!
Oh!
It's a girl!
Oh!
It's a girl.
A little girl!
There you are. Support her head.
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Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Isobel
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
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Take loads of photos.
Yeah, I will.
And you have asked, haven't you? About being the godfather?
Uh…
Well…
Uh….I, I mean, yes.
Good luck!
Yeah.
Thank you.
Bye.
Bye.
Don't worry. I'll, I'll make an excuse for you.
What for?
You don't have to be the godfather.
Uh, yes. Um... Thank you.
Right. Half past two.
Yes. Um, gonna change my suit.
Mmm...and I better...
Uh, your wedding dress. Yes. After you.
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Bert
Al
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Now, might have cost us an arm and a leg boy, but we done it.
Yeah. Well, the Doc's gonna be happy. Well, I don't know if he does "happy", but at least he's not gonna shout at us.
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Aunt Joan
Bert
Al
Aunt Joan
Al
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Uh, Bert, what are you going to do about that mess out there?
Mrs Norton. I cannot tell a lie. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Excuse me.
He's a little upset. We are seriously out of pocket on this whole wedding reception thing.
Not, I imagine, as upset as Martin and Louisa will be.
Well, that's okay, cause I've rung the Crab and Lobster. They're going to do some sandwiches and a nice spot of
bubbly. So, uh, everything's sorted. Oh, and um...Well. If you ever need any plumbing. uh, just phone.
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Mr Porter
Roger
Aunt Joan
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Once more, unto the breach dear friends.
Better than nothing.
Arguably.
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Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Louisa
Martin
Dry Cleaner
Louisa
Dry Cleaner
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Martin.
Louisa.
What are you doing here?
What are YOU doing here?
I didn't want to use the front door. It says that I love you. And I really do. But…
I know. I wouldn't make you happy.
No.
You wouldn't make me happy either.
Oh, Right. No, I don't suppose I would. Is that why you're still here then?
What?
Sorry, Martin. I, I'm just a bit confused.
Um. Uh...I thought if I just...sat there and...It'd be in your best interests.
Humiliating me as I stood in the church alone would be in my best interests, would it?
Well, you weren't going to BE in the church.
At least I had the decency to write you a letter.
That's not the point.
Doc! Oh, I'm too late. I thought I'd catch you before the big event. There's been a bit of a mix up in your dry cleaning.
I hope it went well. Uh, I don't suppose...Only you did say, if it got any worse...and I can barely walk now after hurrying
up that hill. If you don't mind. And then, you two can get on with your honeymoon.
I'll leave you to it.
I wouldn't ask, today of all days, but since I'm here, and now you've got the ceremony out the way.
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Martin
Louisa
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Louisa.
I know. Me too. See you around.
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Dry Cleaner
Martin
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Sorry, Doc. I know it's a bit inconvenient like, but it, it's starting to hurt really badly now. She's not leaving you already,
is she? I hope you've done a prenup is all I can say. Ha, ha, ha.
Shut up. Go and wait in the consulting room.
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